Whispers of Vengeance

Diane's POV

Two weeks since the accident, and the bruises had faded. But the fire in my chest? That was just getting started.

Dr. Chen had insisted on rest—for my sake and for my babies—but today wasn't about resting. Today was about reclaiming my power.

I stood before Joan's full-length mirror, tilting my head slightly as I took in my reflection. The red dress hugged my body lightly —professional yet striking. My makeup was flawless, my hair swept into an elegant twist that sharpened the edges of my face.

The woman staring back at me was not the same Diane Ashton from two weeks ago.

She was stronger. Sharper. Dangerous.

Behind me, Joan hovered in the doorway, arms crossed. "Are you sure about this? You don't have to confront him in person. We can continue to handle everything through legal channels."